Poetry That Takes a Front Seat

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as I held his penis
in my spit slicked hand
I thought about how I forgot
to buy more lotion
at the store today
which made me remember
I ought to buy new
windshield wipers
because it’s so hard to drive
in a blizzard
with broken ones
like last month
when I had to pull over
on the highway
like a scared deer
to peel the ice off
of those black rubber blades
and how that police car
slowed down
but did not stop
as it passed me
shooting a sharp rain of snow
in my freshly washed hair
and maybe I should get
a new shampoo
because the one
I have been using lately
just hasn’t been getting
the job done.